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Back Then<\/p>\n
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Radiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n
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Thursday mornings, the library on York Road,<\/p>\n
would throw dozens of disgarded books into the dumpster.<\/p>\n
You can bet I climbed in and saved as many as I could.<\/p>\n
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Back then, I went from disaster to disaster seeking out<\/p>\n
survivors of car wrecks and plane crashes, carrying the wounded<\/p>\n
to safety. As tragedies unfolded, I was there\u2014<\/p>\n
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a well-traveled sun retelling the night, out in the open,<\/p>\n
where kids slid down twisting slides on the playground,<\/p>\n
cudgels of thunder beating clouds into tornados–I was there<\/p>\n
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shielding the little ones\u2014there were already too many poems<\/p>\n
about graves, and dammit to hell I was going<\/p>\n
to find shelter for each and every one of those kids.<\/p>\n
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I learned every step cultivates the way, and immortality is ill,<\/p>\n
and who knows why.\u00a0 But I was there–thwarting death\u2019s heavy demands.<\/p>\n
I carried the indwelling Christ, and it was my God given task to save the world.<\/p>\n
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